Teach Before You Fuck (Before You Fuck #1) by Margretta Milano Read Free Book Online Page B

tell you that last night was….”I thought he might finish that phrase with the best fuck of my life , or the moment I knew we would spend the rest of our lives together . I couldn’t help myself.
    “…special to me,” he put his hand on my hand, “but I took it too far. It was highly unprofessional of me to do what we did. I want to apologize.”
    “Nick, it’s okay. I wanted that to happen, too,” I replied.
    “No, it’s not okay. No boss should…well…do what we did. It could be a career-ending mistake for either of us,” he replied.
    Or a night like that could be a relationship-starting spark…
    “Nick, thank you for saying that. I wanted to…” I was cut off because of some noise in the hallway. We both turned to look out the door of my classroom, but the kids were gone.
    “Laura, here’s my cell number. Can you please text me your address? If it’s okay with you, I’d like to come over tonight so we can talk about this, in private.”
    I took the number with shaky hands.
    “Okay, sounds good.”
    He squeezed my hand and walked out of the room.
    I put my hands together and put my head on my desk. I might have almost passed out having him that close to me.
     

Chapter Twenty-Three
    I got home and threw my keys on my kitchen table. Do I stay in my work clothes or do I get comfortable like I usually do? Fuck it, I’m just going to be myself .
    I was planning on making baked salmon so I turned on the oven and grabbed a pan and lined it with foil. If he’s coming to my house, it will smell incredible .
    I went into my bedroom and kicked my heels into my closet. I grabbed my favorite pink t-shirt and my yoga pants.
    Normally I would bounce around with my usual energy, but I was feeling a little deflated. I didn’t know what tonight would bring. It could go one of two ways. Either Nick will tell me that he saw us as a couple or he thought that what happened yesterday was a huge mistake.
    Win or Lose. Odds: 50/50.
    Ding! The salmon was done and it came out of the oven. I took it off the pan and put it on my plate, pouring some of the leftover olive oil and lemon juice over it and sprinkling it with cilantro and chopped scallions.
    Ding! I must have forgotten to turn off the timer.
    Ding! Ding!
    Oh, it’s my door bell.
    I ran to the door and opened it find…Nick.
    “Oh hi,” I smiled, “Sorry, I thought that was the oven.”
    “It smells amazing in here,” Nick continued, “What are you making?”
    “My usual weekday salmon. You want to try some?”
    “Sure.”
    He came in and awkwardly took off his jacket. I grabbed it and smiled as I hung it over the back of one of the high-backed stools in my kitchen and motioned to him to follow me into my dining room nook area. He headed over to the table walking in large strides. He moved so quickly that I kind of felt like running into the kitchen. That nervous feeling in my stomach spiked.
    I got out the plates. “Do you want some wine?” I asked as I poured myself a little Pinot Noir.
    “Sounds good, Laura.”
    My name in his mouth felt like a lightning bolt in my body. I had to shut my eyes for a second to recalibrate. Then I turned towards the table with the plates and then quickly returned for the wines.
    I sat down and looked up at Nick as he was tasting my salmon. His eyes closed.
    “Mmm, that melts in my mouth.”
    “If I wasn’t a teacher, I would be a chef. Food is my other passion,” I said tilting my head to the side.
    Then there was silence as we continued to eat. There was nothing to say until I knew where he stood.
    “Laura, I don’t know what to say,” Nick started, “You’re an amazing woman,” he reached out, grabbed my hand, and squeezed it.
    I looked down at my plate, but then I realized I had to make eye contact with this man and hold my head up high.
    “I like you, Laura,” Nick stared into my eyes, “I like you a lot.”
    He took my hand put it between his. He pushed back his chair and he hung his head and bit his